Who are you
Insane sick children of a despot god
So willing to let rage & bloodlust
Destroy your very conscience
Your very soul
In bloodbaths
& torrents of terror
In duststorm streets
Beneath blazing skies
& memories burned of
A lost innocence
No sea of joy or sense of justice.
Just burning death rage
& the dark emotional fuel of fear
Where is this place?
This Carnival of Horrors
Called Babylon, Eden, Garden
Of Hellfire.
Somewhere where the Euprhates and the Tigris entwine
& the sandy shores of Tikrit.
What’s needed is ironic an iron fist
& the cold hard rule of might
These children, wretched slaves to violence
& the hatred seared into their hearts.
Know no other yoke, than the rule of madness.
